Look Into the Text Mama Lil and I had been butting heads ever since I could
remember. And the older I got, the more at odds we were.
She thought I weighed too much and dressed badly. I thought
she smoked too much and overdid it with her fake gold chains.
Time after time, she'd asked me, "How you ever gonna land a
decent man with them chunky arms and those T-shirts that put
your navel on parade? No self-respecting seventeen-year-old
should be letting it all hang out like that."
Mama LII
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